Blue Jeans and a Badge by Nina Bruhns Page A

to a sexy half-mast, his black lashes framing a look of smoldering desire.
    Her pulse skyrocketed. But her body became inexplicably weak, like there was molasses flowing through her veins.
    â€œWe really shouldn’t—”
    â€œLuce?” he murmured, sliding his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head in his palm.
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œShut up.”
    Then he closed the gap between them and covered her mouth with his.

Chapter 4
    L uce heard a whimper as the taste of Philip’s kiss exploded on to her senses. She knew she should resist, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember why.
    He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, urging her with his tongue to open to him. She did, and heard another whimper. Her own? No. Luce Montgomery had never whimpered in her life.
    He changed angles and his tongue invaded her mouth, causing a riot of sensation all through her body. A sharp coil of desire tightened from her nipples straight to where her legs were spread and pressing up against him.
    She groaned. He tasted so good. She opened wider, loving how he wasn’t gentle but took what he wanted, laving her mouth with his tongue, suckling and nipping her lips, demanding her response with heated fervor.
    Suddenly, he tightened his grip on her and rolled them off the sofa, carefully landing on the floor, clutching her under him.
    â€œI want to be on top,” he rumbled with barely a break in his kissing.
    She moaned her assent, wrapping her arms around his neck, molding herself around his body. He felt powerful, in control, his muscles rippling as he lowered himself between her thighs. And suddenly she knew with dead certainty the only reason she’d ever been able to bring this man down was because he’d let her do it.
    For some reason that realization turned her on even more. She returned his kisses with abandon, reveling in the rare sensation of a man’s weight on her and in the sheer intensity of their desire to taste each other.
    They kissed and kissed, and she didn’t stop him when he grasped her calf and wrapped her leg around his thigh. It felt so good, he felt so good, that she lost herself in his passion and ignored the little voice in the back of her head warning her that this was a monumental mistake.
    He pressed into her, teasing her, tempting her, rubbing the long ridge of his arousal against her center. Even with two layers of jeans between them, he felt mouthwateringly hard. They were both breathing so fast they had to break the kiss. But he kept his cheek against hers, moist and hot as a midsummer day. While they caught their breath, his hand smoothed circles around her hip and up her ribs.
    Then it closed over her breast.
    Too far. She grasped his shoulders, intending to push some space between them. “Philip—”
    â€œMmm?” His fingers moved over her tantalizingly slowly.
    She forgot what she was doing. “Um…”
    She blew out a steadying breath, fighting to get her rioting body under some kind of discipline. Which was a whole lot harder than just about anything else she’d ever done in her life. Especially when his thumb stroked over the pebbled tip through her top, making her want to cry out with pleasure.
    â€œMmm,” he moaned huskily. “Like that?”
    â€œI think you know I do,” she managed. Her nipples were tight points of aching need.
    Their bodies expanded and contracted together with each labored breath they took. He pulsed between her thighs, even larger than before.
    She knew it was now or never. Somehow she dredged up the willpower to say, “I think you also know I want you….”
    Philip stilled, and after a moment his head came up. “I’m sensing a but in there somewhere.”
    His hand was still on her breast and for one insane moment she considered letting it stay there. Saying, no, there was no but. Just want. Except she knew what would happen if they went through